Long after we rip out the infected pierced stud in our tongues and wash off all our tats and forget we ever witnessed three-and-a-half-hours of something called The Eighteenth Annual MTV Video Music Awards... we'll possibly be able to look at ourselves in the mirror again.

President of the MTV Group Judy McGrath, 48, is wanted for the murder of music.

"J LO, PLEASE LET ME SNIFF YOUR BUTT."

"I'M ABOUT TO BE BORN AGAIN ON YOUR BASTARD ASSES."

Thursday night in New York City, McGrath, who has been there from the beginning, unleashed her latest remix of pop culture at the Metropolitan Opera; still determined to call her product Music Television, although any music is a side order in the Taco Bell-sponsored shopper's guide.

"THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO THOUGHT WE WOULD MAKE GOOD WHORES."

"THIS PERFORMANCE HAS BEEN DEDICATED TO THE LOVING MEMORY OF AALIYAH."

McGrath, a star in the VIACOMCBS family, knew she had hit the Zeitgeist with promos for the "Music Awards" which featured host Jamie Foxx simulating intercourse with a live sheep.

You could almost hear McGrath applaud, cheer and order heavy rotation as Foxx gyrated his pelvis into the sheep. Her latest exploitation of Black Americans, and sheep.

Someone wore a black leather jacket and thanked Joey Ramone who gave us Jessica Simpson who shot daggers at lip-syncing Britney who is still a virgin at least with humans but nevertheless qualified as McGrath's top carny.

"OUR NEXT PRESENTER IS THE STAR OF MTV'S JACKASS, AND SOMEONE WHO WILL JACK YOUR ASS."